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"Oh my god," Kate Bishop walked into her apartment, noticing the burned ruins of her belongings scattered about in the places she had last seen them in.

She pushed her fists into the pocket of her jacket as she walked into her living quarters. The center of her couch burnt out, exposing the crumpled wallpaper behind and the ashes trailed down to the wooden floor, which was blackened due to the fire incident.

Feeling cold breeze stroke her cheek, she looked up towards the glass window to find it open.

The window wasn't left ajar the last time she was here.

"Kate Bishop," a thick accent called out her name from behind her.

Grabbing the first thing she saw a bottle of hot sauce Kate hurled it towards the voice, but your sister caught it before it could hit her.

"Hi," Yelena greeted her in a sing-song manner as you waved at the archer from your sister's side.

"You're kinda cute," You observed.

"What the hell, Y/N," Yelena turned to face you with a look of disbelief.

"I—" you blinked, looking from the appalled archer to your unimpressed sister, "I said that out loud?"

"Am I supposed to be flattered or frightened?" Kate gave a quick confused smile, letting her eyes linger on you before it morphed into a dreaded expression; not letting her guard down just yet.

"Damn it, Y/N. Now she's confused," Yelena groaned out loud, stomping her feet on the floor, "You're making things difficult,"

"Well, I'm sorry for shooting my shot when I don't often get the confidence to," you retorted childishly.

"Держи это в штанах," your sister glared at you. (Translation: Keep it in your pants)

"Преодолеть это," you rolled your eyes. (Translation: Get over it)

"We did not come here for this," the blonde rubbed her temples briefly before putting up a serious face, "Now, back to business. I made macaroni if you want some," she held out the utensil in her hand.

"I'm sorry, What?" Kate blinked blankly, worried as to why you two— well-trained Russian assassins— were doing in her apartment.

"Well, my baby sister and I were starving and you took forever," Yelena shrugged lightly, "So I wanted to make food,"

"What do you want?" Kate narrowed her eyes at the pair of you.

"Relax, Kate," you coaxed, "We just want to talk, okay?"

"Are you really not hungry? That fight was so long," Yelena sat on the chair while to went to the mini kitchen at the corner of the room, "It's really tasty. Really tasty,"

"I know what boxed mac and cheese tastes like," Kate nodded, her eyes watched your back and met Yelena's once again, "I know it's— It's delicious,"

"Forks. Forks," you looked around and noticed one near the stove, "No. You have one fork?" you held it up, turning to her with raised eyebrows,

"I'm one person," she defended.

"That's so weird," Yelena thought out loud.

"Kate, this is not cutlery," you shook your head, "No, no. This is not cutlery," you walked back to Yelena, flipping the fork between your fingers with fluency.

"I am not gonna have dinner with you both after you tried to kill me and then broke into my house!" Kate pointed a finger at you both.

"Woah! Hey!" you exclaimed dramatically in offense, mimicking her actions.

Yelena's jaw dropped at the accusation, "We did not try to kill you. A, I put you on a wire to remove an obstacle," "And B, we did not break anything. We're way too talented than that. And C, stop being so defensive. Okay?" she motioned a hand, "You're so hostile. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I don't have any weapons on me,"

You gave her a look, crossing your arms.

"Okay, I take that back," your sister raised her hands, "I don't have any weapons currently in my hands," she glanced down at the rings on her finger, "That's a lie also,"

"Come on, take a fork," you placed the fork on the table as Yelena pushed the utensil with the macaroni to her, "Eat. Eat,"

"Please, our daddy says it's good for you," Yelena insisted.

But Kate only stared at you both, trying to figure out why you were being so civil, instead of taking her down as she expected you both to.

"You're probably thinking, 'What? This is crazy. I'm going to have dinner with the enemy? And they both made some really good smelling macaroni'," she tried to convince.

You sat on the chair next to Yelena, gesturing a hand for her to help herself.

"But in all honesty, if we wanted to kill you—" Yelena started.

"You would have already," Kate nodded in understanding.

"Right as you open the door," she pointed behind her.

"I probably wouldn't have time to shut it,"

"No," she chuckled.

"We probably would have made it as a competition to see who got you first," you remarked in thought.

"Ah, yes," Yelena pointed at you in appreciation, "Exactly,"

"I'd have been dead. Okay," Kate took a deep breath, pushing the chair opposite to you to sit on it, "Yeah.

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"Are you done?" Yelena asked when Kate pushed the container of macaroni away from her.

"Yeah," the archer nodded in affirmation.

"I go?"

"Sure, can,"

"We could put hot sauce on it?" you asked to make sure.

"Hmm,"

"Ah, I love hot sauce," Yelena squeezed the container into the utensil, "Yes," she cheered to herself.

"Ooh, gimme some," you scooped some for yourself with the fork while Yelena used the ladle.

"So what do you guys want?" Kate faked a hospitable smile.

"Well, it's our first time in New York," Yelena grinned, lifting her hands at her sides as she swayed a little with a head bob.

"Mmm-hmm," you moaned at the taste of the hot sauce, smacking your lips, "It's a business trip, so time is limited. But we wanted to see some things,"

"We want to see, uh, the Empire State Building," Yelena listed out, "The new and improved Statue of Liberty, and—"

"The Rockefeller Center," You added importantly.

Kate huffed, "Very funny,"

"What, it's not good?" you questioned, confused by her reaction.

"Oh. No," her expression dropped, "They're-they're great. Yeah, you—I mean, you've gotta see the tree,"

"Mmm. Exactly. See?" Yelena clasped her hands together, leaning back on her chair, "I love American Christmases. The tree, the presents, the super-powered reindeer, Rudolph,"

"Mmm-hmm. Rudolph. Heh. He is so weird,"

"Have you ever eaten reindeer?"

"Cannot say I've had the pleasure. No,"

"It's— No, it is not a pleasure. No, it's, um, it's really tough. It's chewy,"

You agreed with your sister, "Mm, yeah, you have to braise it for a really long time,"

"But, hey, Kate Bishop," Yelena pointed at her, "You grew up here, right? You must have some recommendations for us,"

"Yeah—Um— Yeah, I— I have. Let's see," Kate cleared her throat, feeling nervous in front of you for some reason, "The High Line. High Line is great. Um—There's a Christmas market in Union Square. Um— I'm not quite sure those are the right fit for the blood-thirsty vigilante type,"

"Ha!" Yelena scoffed a laugh.

"Blood-thirsty vigilante," you snickered under your breath.

"Sometimes you're funny, Kate Bishop,"

"Do you say my whole name to point out that you know it?" Kate questioned.

"Yes, We know a lot about you," your sister smiled at her,

"Mother, Eleanor. Lives on Park and 41st," you started.

"Father, Derek, deceased. Very sad," Yelena carried on, "And you recently walked into traffic to save a dog, which I'll admit is pretty cool, and you got a few points from both of us on that," she gestured between you and herself, "University GPA 3.8. Senior, double major, and—"

"Right, okay. We get it," "Kate stopped your monologue, "Thank you," she nodded, "Are you in New York to talk to Clint? Is that why you guys're here?"

"No. No, no, no," Yelena responded as you rolled your eyes, "We're here to kill him,"

Kate's expression faltered as she stared at you both, appalled at the revelation.

"I have a question for you," your sister continued, "What is it? Why do you risk your life for him, Clint Barton? How has everybody forgiven him for his past?

"He saved the world,"

"No. Our sister saved the world," Yelena's voice trembled.

"Natasha Romanoff, she saved the world," You grumbled at her, "Stop pretending like you're not surprised. It does not look cool,"

"You're really Natasha's sisters?" Kate blinked, "Both of you?"

"Yes," You dug the fork into the pan, holding up a spoon full of macaroni, and stuffed it in your mouth.

"Wow. I did not see that coming. Thank God, I didn't kill you up there,"

You choked on the macaroni, and Yelena patted your back as you both laughed at the woman in front of you.

"You kill us?" Yelena spoke in between laughs, "Again, oh, Kate Bishop, you are so funny. That's hilarious. That one is the funniest."

"That's a good one," you managed to regain yourself back, nodding with a hysterical choked chuckle, "Hilarious. Really,"

"Natasha and Clint were friends," Kate spoke, "Why are you guys after him?"

"You are so fond of him," Yelena mused, "It tells me you don't really know who he is,"

"He came out here to protect me,"

"No. He came here to protect his reputation," you clarified, pointing the fork at her, "Do you know how many people he killed?"

"The trail of blood that follows him," Yelena paused, "It could wrap around the entire world,"

"Okay. Wow. That was very Russian," Kate remarked.

"Hmm,"

"He's still an Avenger,"

"What does that word even mean? Huh?" your sister was aggravated by this, "That it holds so much power. You call him a hero no matter what he does?"

"It means that when you choose to spend your life trying to help people," Kate got a little defensive, "There are going to be things that you lose. When you face the kind of threats that he has, there's going to be collateral damage,"

"Our sister is gone," Yelena raised her voice, "Because of him,"

"What? No," the archer denied, "No, that is— No,"

"She's gone. Is she collateral damage?"

"No, look, there is no way that that is true. He would not let that happen,"

You shook your head in amusement, sniffing, "How long have you known Clint Barton?"

"About a week," Kate muttered weakly.

"It will not be difficult for us to complete this assignment, huh," you elbowed your sister's side, receiving a nod from her.

"Wait a minute, somebody hired you to kill him?" she questioned, processing your words.

Neither you nor Yelena answered her question as you both exchanged a look within yourselves.

"All I'll say is that if there is someone out there that is telling you, Clint, is a bad guy, then maybe you should ask yourself what kind of person hired you. He is not perfect. Nobody's perfect. But he is good,"

"However he convinced you about who he is or how many people think or call him a hero, truth is it doesn't matter," Yelena commented, "We are defined by what we do. Not by nice words. Like it or not, there is no escaping this,"

"So," you sighed, looking up at the woman in front of you expectantly, "Where is he?"

"I don't know," she responded.

You watched her for a few seconds. Given that you were a well-trained assassin, you knew when people lied to you. And it seemed to you that Kate really was clueless about Barton's location, "Okay,"

"Thank you for the girls' night, truly," Yelena stood up from the chair and you followed her, placing your palm on the table to push yourself up.

Kate scoffed lightly, watching you both walk up the stairs and towards the open glass window; through which she assumed you both entered her apartment.

"Oh. And, Kate Bishop," Yelena hurled the latch of the grappling hook that was attached to her belt on the floor, turning to face the archer, "Do not get in our way again,"

"Because, I don't wanna hurt you," you stared at her in a warning manner, "And, you're not our main target. So don't become one,"

With one final wink at her, you hurled the latch of your grappling hook at the side of the wall and descended backward out of the window with Yelena.

Kate turned back in her chair and did a double-take at the piece of carboard on the table, in front of the chair you were seated on.

Picking it up, she felt an amused grin tug her lips as she saw your name with your number on it: Y/N <3

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